t.nie
Patience Tester
I was at my parents house, my dad was at work, I was off that day. I had spent the night, got up the next morning, and when I went upstairs, my mother was sitting on the couch with the tv on, showing the smoking tower. She looked up at me and said "We're under attack, terrorists crashed a plane into the world trade center." Then she got up, quite visibly shaken, with tears streaming down her face, and said "I can't watch this any more" then she walked out of the room. And I sat down and watched the rest, with her occasionally coming in an asking me what was happening. I said the same thing each time: "you don't want to know."
When the first tower fell, it just put a feeling in my gut that I had just witnessed the single largest mass murder in history. When the second tower fell, I too got up and walked out. I just didn't want to see any more, couldn't take in any more, wasn't able to watch any more of this awful killing of people who had done nothing more than get up and go to work that morning.
I will never understand the minds of people who think that killing the innocent paves the way to a better future, for themselves, or anyone else. And I will always remember, much like my folks do with the Kennedy assasination, exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard about 9-11. I guess that is one piece of "bonding" between my mother and I that I wish didn't exist, and would give anything to be able to erase.
When the first tower fell, it just put a feeling in my gut that I had just witnessed the single largest mass murder in history. When the second tower fell, I too got up and walked out. I just didn't want to see any more, couldn't take in any more, wasn't able to watch any more of this awful killing of people who had done nothing more than get up and go to work that morning.
I will never understand the minds of people who think that killing the innocent paves the way to a better future, for themselves, or anyone else. And I will always remember, much like my folks do with the Kennedy assasination, exactly where I was and what I was doing when I heard about 9-11. I guess that is one piece of "bonding" between my mother and I that I wish didn't exist, and would give anything to be able to erase.